a pair of brown eyes

A PAIR OF BROWN EYES

One summer evening drunk to hellI sat there nearly lifeless. And old man in the corner sangwhere the water lilies grow.And on the jukebox Johnny sangabout a thing called love.And it's how you are kid and what's your name.and how would you bloody know.

In blood and death 'neath a screaming skyI lay down on the ground.And the arms and legs of other menwere scattered all around.Some cursed some prayed, some prayed then cursed.The prayed then bled some more.And the only thing that I could seewas a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me.

But when we got back labelled parts one to threethere was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me.And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll gofor a pair of brown eyes.I looked at him he looked at me all I could do was hate him.While Ray and Philomena sand of my elusive dreams.I saw the streams the rolling hillswhere his brown eyes were waiting.And I thought about a pair of brown eyesthat waited once for me.

So drunk to hell I left the placesometimes crawling sometimes walking.A hungry sound came across the breezeso I gave the walls a talking.And I heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal.And the birds were whistling in the treesWhere the wind was gently laughing.